April 6, 2017
The last year of Grandaddy's life, I took over his garden and he was going to teach me. He passed away in the middle of the summer. The weeds ended up getting the better of me. The next year, which was last year, I felt compelled to try again for Granny. I wanted her to be able to look out the window and see the garden like she always had. The weeds overcame again but I did sell my first bushel of blue lake green beans.
Now I have cut his garden in half and then half again. It is a forth of the size it was, so hopefully I can conquer the weed monsters. It is the beginning of April and I have planted early peas, onions, spinach, and kale. Sometimes I think I hear him say something to me and I look up from the dirt but he's not there. It's weird how you can forget in the moment what time you are living in. The other day my grandmother said that Grandaddy would be proud of me. She has never said anything like that before and somehow it was what I needed to try again.
I work from his shed with his tools in his overalls and it still feels like his garden. Gardening isn't my thing or something I even naturally like, it is just something I have to do right now. Easter week, it will be time for green beans, tomatoes, peppers, thyme, and basil to be planted. Even though I know that he is not actually here, I will still be gardening with my grandaddy.
3rd attempt -
June 18, 2018
There is no way I can do what Grandaddy did but I wanted to give it another go this year. I happened to be visiting my friend Kayla and saw her garden. It seemed to fit my personality better as I am not much of a farmer. She had hers made from wood planks and I chose concrete blocks. I used left over fence from the chicken house and another garden, bricks from someone's old patio, an arch that wasn't in use to make it cute, and my cousin's gate.
Take a look and see what you think!
Michelle Gill is a writer, barista, trail walker sometimes runner, disc golfer's wife, Jesus lover, book collector, mama, and old house explorer. Learn more about her story on her website www.maceyhollow.com.
By Michelle Gill